- Genre:Spoken Word
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
Gonna lay my aching soul out
On a flatbed truck tonight
Fading out to stars above Montana
As the highway rumbles beneath
And the long necks squish inside
Wishing I hadn't mislaid my pride
Dancing at the inauguration ahead of the tide
With rustlers hustling doodads and hip fads
Who faded like 30-foot high movie screens into worn blue jeans
Past screams of teens whistling limelight on the moor
Acting fast on a walnut, washed down
In a stream of old apartments, windows broken
Wind beating in, stairway creaking of ghosts
On a cold November morning, frozen
Waking, shivering to the dawn
Trying to remember how we ever got along, distancing
Ourselves from the true realms of dreams
Rebating possibilities, rejecting cautious cures
As dusty moonlit gamblers lay their soiled cards down
To dance with the arrangers of insignificance
Sanctifying whims of a suffering path evolutionary
Towards perpetual dusk
While I, on hand at dawn
For the cold morning chill in the recruitment of believers wince
At the blinding, heated of light of dancers
In the distance, a mighty resonance of love
That isn't lost on the rhythms of iron engineers
Rusting their arms on the mirage
Of a conflict-free existence in a paycheck
After all is said and done
Is loss lost, are winnings won?
Love hated and humiliated, wades
In a murky misdirected shipwreck
Without a guide through history's abuse
As bloodshed ailing millions doesn't stain the oiled machine
Blasting earth into worn craters, frozen deserts
Sterile forests, radioactive moms
We smile, cancerous
Our neon emblems blazing in the unforgiving night
I've a long way to go before I leave this world
A little better than I found it
Sustainable with a little human growth
Heat from our loving with tools from our trades
Uncovering the formation of our future with
Abundance from the sun, wind and rising oceans
We've a long way to go
To get over the hump of terror
White knuckled chandeliers wagging carrots in front of carts
Beefing up brilliance as though it never existed
Sniffing up angel dust with a confident grimace
Guarding a back wallet with a gyrating groin
Misfits emptied of character, Dervishes steadfast
Coins collected from a fountain of wishes
Beauty and death, lingering unrest
Should earth hurl itself suddenly
into the sun, heated from within
Imploding, shaken to nothingness
Would still our songs echo through
The universe like fields of sunflowers
blazing in the night?
There's danger in each stroke
The pain of transience
In the divinity of infinity
Gonna lay my aching soul
Out on a flatbed truck tonight
Fading out to stars above Montana
Stars so close they pull you to eternity
Smiling knowing
Even a heartbreak
Is better than naught